That Sunday

The Saints have won the Superbowl.

Drew Brees will be reigning over Bacchus tomorrow night.

No, this is not a blog of fiction!!!

It's been a pretty fantastic last few weeks.

Being back at work is finally becoming the norm, and though pumping has been very difficult, I'm still breastfeeding my little bean, and it's worth it. The playoffs, (PLAYOFFS?!) and, of course, the Superbowl has made New Orleans a playground with grown ups crying, grinning, and randomly yelling out WHO DAT in the Supermarkets, streets, and workplace. And now. Carnival Season is in its full swing. And Bacchus is tomorrow night. Ten years ago my peeps and I started a tradition of making the Sunday before Mardi Gras "Bacchus Sunday." Usually starting around 7:00am, one or two unlucky souls (usually my husband) would stake out a claim of land near the beginning of the parade, neutral ground side. This tradition has grown, and most people know where to find us on Bacchus Sunday. Mimosas and Bloody Mary's before noon, then free for all after noon. Throw in some fried chicken and other delights, beautiful blue skies, and shiny happy people everywhere, and I can't understand why people don't "do the gras" Oh well, more room for us. And tomorrow. Tomorrow!! Drew Brees!! Regardless of whether he deserves it, he has become NOLA's son. A great football player; a great man. A rags to riches story, from his injured shoulder to our injured city. Redemption! Their will be grown men screaming tomorrow. Holding up signs, hoping to catch a bead, a doubloon, or perhaps a football thrown from this man's hand. Throw Dat!!

My last Mardi Gras blog stated that I wouldn't be working Fat Tuesday. Things change, and yes, I will be working. Lundi Gras and Mardi Gras. So tomorrow, I will live it up. Because, you know, it's the end of the world as we know it. The Saints won the Superbowl. And Breesus is our King!

Happy Carnival, ya'll!!!!